Circumstance

Hair matted, woolen cap
pulled low, she trudged along,
pushing all her earthly
belongings in a cart,
layers of accumulated grime
on a face lined by circumstance.

Heavy in appearance,
she wears several
layers of clothing,
some for warmth, others,
so she doesn't have
to push the extra weight.

Reflecting on the small
balance in my checkbook,
I think,
..there but for the grace of God...